Desperate Indian Housewives -Part 1

“Who is a husband? Is it he who marries a woman, lives with her under one roof, and fails to satiate her? Or is it he who fulfils her deepest darkest desires whenever he takes her to bed?” Yasmin asked Shalini, puffing a cigarette. The question made Shalini uncomfortable yet made her zone out.

Yasmin and Shalini were next-door neighbours and have been friends ever since Shalini moved to her new flat. They bonded like sisters, although they were the exact polar opposite of each other.

Yasmin was outgoing, bold, and always dressed to reveal her sexuality. On the other hand, Shalini was reserved, shy, and always dressed to impress her husband.

Shalini led a homely lifestyle, rarely leaving home. Clubbing, coming home late drunk, and smoking openly in public were considered sins by Shalini. Yasmin did it all without any sense of guilt or remorse. Yasmin led a wild lifestyle.

Yasmin’s husband stayed in the Middle East, leaving his beautiful wife to look after herself all alone. Shalini took care of Yasmin like her own sister, much to her husband’s dismay. According to Shalini’s husband, Arvind, Yasmin was a slut, and he ordered her not to mingle countless times.

The only order that fell on deaf ears to her otherwise obedient nature. Shalini considered Yasmin more than her sister. A friend, a confidante, and a shadow of her inner wild self lurking deep inside her heart. Yasmin and Shalini shared more than secrets, even a spare key to their respective home.

On a cold December night, Shalini heard Yasmin’s car pull over in the wee hours. The sound of opening and closing of her flat door assured Shalini of Yasmin’s safe homecoming. She retired to the bed beside her husband.

The next morning after Arvind left for work, Shalini entered Yasmin’s flat with the spare key to check on her. Shalini’s body froze immediately as loud moans echoed from the bedroom.

She wanted to turn back, but an inexplicable curiosity gripped her heart. She locked the door discreetly and tiptoed towards the bedroom.

The slightly open bedroom door, a naked Yasmin, and an unknown man kissing her while fondling her breasts made her gasp. She caught her mouth to prevent any noise from escaping as she stood there motionless, watching Yasmin’s infidelity.

Yasmin let a man, other than her husband, touch her naked body making Shalini’s head spin in horror. A part of her wanted to shout and make a scene, but another part gripped her and made her rooted to her spot.

The man caressed Yasmin’s 34D breasts with his bare hands while his lips sucked on her juicy pink lips. They licked each other’s lips and explored each other’s mouths, pushing their tongue deep inside.

Yasmin’s beautiful face sported an unusual glow, while the wedding ring on her ring finger indicated her marriage to Salim. Her closed eyes and slutty moans indicated she loved every touch of the stranger.

He continued exploring her dusky skin with his lips and tongue while she moaned in lust and ecstasy. He sucked her dark brown areola, which should have belonged to her husband and her future children. His hands rubbed her clit while she panted and moaned in pleasure.

Shalini felt her heart pounding, her body sweating while her hands and feet turned cold. Her mind and body clashed. She wanted to run away, but her feet wouldn’t move.

Her hands wanted to shut the door, but her eyes stopped blinking. His hands kneaded Yasmin’s breasts while his fingers explored her cleanly shaved married pussy, making Shalini’s knees go weak.

“How could she?” thought Shalini, yet her heart knew the answer. Yasmin had disclosed on numerous occasions about her sexless marriage life. As Shalini saw Yasmin’s heavenly body reacting violently at every touch, she knew how Yasmin was feeling.

Shalini’s body felt what Yasmin was experiencing. She knew what it was like being trapped in a dull marriage. Only her duty towards her husband made her subdue her urges. Looking at Yasmin’s sensuous expressions, Shalini’s body trembled.

She marvelled at Yasmin’s twitching and twisting figure while the man, who was not her husband, explored her. His tongue licked and tasted a fruit ripened to its peak sexual state. Her alluring curves, thick thighs, peachy ass, flat belly, and rounded breasts were all reminiscences of her sexuality.

Yasmin let him finger her married pussy, stretching them with his fingers. The fingers slid in and out swiftly, making her pussy pulsate. Shalini, to her horror, found her fingers touching her cunt which was already wet. Her saree was lifted to her waist, along with her petticoat, from behind.

Her panty rested on her knees. She had no clue when her hands moved on their own and felt her wet pussy. Her fingers caressed her cunt from behind while Yasmin got her cunt drilled by the stranger’s fingers.

As Yasmin’s hands caught the man’s erect cock, Shalini’s hands clutched the door beading. Yasmin bent forward to take the cock in her mouth, making Shalini pull her fingers out of her cunt and taste her juices.

Yasmin sucked the cock like a hungry whore, licking the entire length of the shaft with her tongue. Her tongue rolled around the cock head before her luscious lips parted and wrapped the meat.

Looking at the hide-and-seek playing erect cock between Yasmin’s lips, Shalini sucked her fingers like a slut. Her tongue pulled her fingers deep inside her salivating mouth, rubbing them against the roof of her mouth.

Yasmin continued sucking the cock while Shalini continued sucking her fingers. It felt Yasmin’s sexual aura had latched onto Shalini’s soul, making her horny at the same time.

The cock slowly came alive, pushing itself inside Yasmin’s mouth with strong thrusts. Shalini’s mouth salivated uncontrollably, looking at Yasmin getting fucked orally, making her drool. Shalini’s saliva escaped and dripped on her heaving 36DD bosom, releasing steam upon touching her boiling-hot skin.

Shalini’s sweat dripped down her throat, drenching her blouse and bra. She let go of the door beading and freed her massive melons, unable to bear the heat anymore. Her pussy itched and burned, too, making her push her fingers deep inside to ease the itch.

She mauled her breasts and fingered her cunt when suddenly her eyes met Yasmin’s gaze. Yasmin was sucking the meat like a whore, but her eyes were locked onto Shalini from across the bed. She had noticed Shalini and did nothing but keep enjoying her prey while locking her eyes with her soul sister.

They looked at each other and felt their souls connected. Both unsatisfied housewives felt each other’s lust growing within themselves. Yasmin made the stranger go down on her, spreading her legs apart.

As his tongue touched her vaginal outer lining, she moaned and conveyed her pleasure to Shalini with her eyes. Shalini felt tremors in her body as her fingers caressed her clit. His tongue moved like a slithering eel, sending a jolt of current across Yasmin’s body.

Yasmin panted and moaned as her toes clenched in excitement. She was completely visible to Shalini. Her rounded breasts were heaving. Her legs spread apart while a head worked on her pussy. Shalini inserted her fingers deep inside her pussy, feeling her vaginal walls gripping her fingers.

Shalini had never felt such immense pleasure before. Her husband used to fuck her and dump his load inside. No foreplay, no arousal. But looking at Yasmin enjoying the pinnacle of sensual oral foreplay made her push her fingers deeper.

Unknown to Shalini, she hit her g-spot as her body went into tremendous tremors. Her pupils dilated, and her heartbeats raced while her body felt an inexplicable sensation unknown to her before.

Yasmin felt convulsions in her groins as did Shalini. Both housewives came at the same time, feet apart from each other. Yasmin screamed while Shalini grabbed her mouth with her free hand. Yasmin squirted her juices on the man’s face while Shalini squirted her cum on her hand.

Shalini had hit the first orgasm of her life. An experience that was kept aloof from her. Her body felt weak, but her mind wasn’t satisfied. A sudden gush of dopamine released by her brain immediately affected her. She wanted more.

As Shalini slowly regained her stamina, she saw Yasmin’s body completely hidden behind the man’s body. He had positioned himself to enter someone else’s property.

His strong back and manly butt were visible to Shalini, with Yasmin’s meaty thighs sticking out from either side. His butt dropped forward, making Yasmin’s moans echo again. His hips oscillated to and fro at full speed while Yasmin’s moans got louder and louder.

Shalini’s hands touched her cunt once again. He pushed Yasmin towards the bed rest, resting his knees on the bed. Yasmin hugged him, revealing her dishevelled face to Shalini while her hands dug deep inside his back.

The wedding ring felt like an ornament to Shalini, just like her own sindoor and mangalsutra. A reminder they were mere properties in the male-dominated society and had to surrender to someone else’s will and pleasure. But Yasmin had taken the first bold step towards sexual freedom.

He hammered her pussy mercilessly, making Shalini marvel at his sexual stamina. He owned not one but two women with his sexual prowess. Shalini dug her fingers deep, trying to find the spot again, watching his ass squeeze while his cock ripped Yasmin apart.

Yasmin’s eyes were shut as she kept moaning and getting fucked by another man. His cock explored the depths of her cunt making Shalini push her fingers deeper.

Yasmin moaned in ecstasy and lust while his cock kept stretching her cock deprived pussy. As his cock went deeper and deeper, Shalini’s fingers slid deeper and deeper. Yasmin moaned, “Yes! Yes! That’s the spot. Don’t stop. Ahhh! Don’t stop.”

Shalini, too found her spot. Both housewives felt their orgasms again while Yasmin felt his cock throb. All three climaxed at the same time. Yasmin moaned, and her partner grunted while Shalini held her mouth.

As his cock shot spurts of cum inside Yasmin’s married cunt, Shalini left hurriedly, somehow covering her breasts with the loose end of her saree and hoping to find the corridor clear.

She closed Yasmin’s door and fumbled her keys twice before opening her door and closing it behind once in. She was still shaking and went straight toward the washroom. She removed her clothes and stood naked for some time.

Her mind was still processing what she had seen. She looked at herself in the life-size mirror and admired her curves. Her sleeping sexuality had awoken.

Her 36DD breasts, slender waist sloping perfectly towards her wide hips, fair skin, round ass, slim arms, and beautiful face all appealed to her. She spread her legs to look at the cum dripping from her cunt. She sported a thick bush, unlike Yasmin and decided it was time for an upgrade.

She shaved her pussy clean, played with her breasts, and then decided to finger again. But she was unable to get the same arousal. She tried again and again, but the spark was missing.

While she was trying to get her arousal, she watched the washroom door open in the reflection of the mirror. Yasmin’s silhouetted figure approached her from behind. She paused and waited with bated breath for Yasmin to help her soul sister.